VERSE ONE
She was 5’3 with the nerve to find me/
Squirming with the yearnin’ to switch up assigned seats/
Immaculately wrapped in a package of prime beats/
And lyrics that describe what the laughter of God means/
We never supposed to take it past, ”my friend like you”/
But love will embarrass the brevity of a haiku/
So we built a list of the people that we should lie to/
And sent each other music to fall asleep, kiss, and cry to/
My secret sky, my sugar sandwich, my honeydip/
They grew suspicious but we rebounded on every slip/
The intuition of my mother had a heavy clip/
But shooting stars has never shifted the stratosphere/
Hold up, now we matchin’ when we roll up/
Though my fear of getting caught might make me throw up/
And my grades are soaking in novocaine/
But she remembers my name and printed it on a chain/

HOOK
Hold up, now we matchin’ when we roll up/
Sing da da da dum da da dum/
Da da dum da da dum da da dum

VERSE TWO
I thought I hid my phone so imagine the stress/
When I up and jumped in front of a bullet train with a text/
My momma read it loud, with throw up in her mouth/
Of course I couldn’t breathe enough to lie bout what she found /
I telegraphed God and we all heard back/
Then we went to war until the walls turned black/
And my baby had me thinking I could swing in the fight/
But was kissing on my homie like a thief in the light/

HOOK
We Broke the mood ring/
When I got my school changed/
It was love, then it was mud/
We hit the splits on a blue flame
Sing da da da dum da da dum/
Da da dum da da dum da da dum/

VERSE THREE
It was about 11 past heaven in February
When pops told me he didn’t care about my crimes/
Nah, in fact shorty could slide/
If I kept my grades stacked and I did my time/
But a little buddy who had clearly never choked/
Flew a little feather through the funnel with a note/
Told my mama I was flipping visits on the low/
And so I wouldn’t see him again until I was grown/
HOOK

VERSE FOUR
If you’ve never been crushed, I’ll spare you the layout/
Just crawl into a canon and sing as the fuse fade out/
What an incredible gift it is to soak in devastation/
To cry inside your coffin when the diggers grow impatient/
And you get to tell it all for 50 minutes a week/
To this counselor who cannot seduce you out of your sleep/
And all the king’s horses carry all the king’s men/
To the conclusion that the truth is just harder to breathe in

OUTRO
She was 5’3 with the nerve to find me/
Squirming with the yearning to switch up assigned seats/
Immaculately wrapped in a package of prime beats/
With lyrics that describe what the laughter of God means/